The other day, I went to an interest
meeting for Walla Walla's masters in counseling psychology program. As the only
sophomore in a group of juniors and seniors, I was slightly out of place: I was
the only one the presenting professor hadn't met yet.
It was an informative meeting,
one I was glad I attended. When I first came to this school, I was fairly
certain I'd just stick around after I graduated and go straight on through the
2-year masters in counseling program. It's been slightly over a year since this
idea concerning grad school (and ultimately concerning career) started to
shift. So while I sat and listened to the details of program curriculum and
financial aid and obligation, I couldn't help but think, Well, I am certainly uncertain. Guess I'm officially part of the club.
But that's an entirely different
matter than what I wanted to explore. Several minutes into the meeting, the
accompanying PowerPoint presentation flashed a slide onto the screen with this
quote:
"Do not insulate yourself from the
pain in the world. When we open ourselves to the pain of the world, we become
the medicine that heals the world."
And I was astounded. This was how to explain it.
I was leading out in a Bible study one
night a couple years ago, and while I can't remember the topic of the night or
the means by which our conversation shifted in the manner that it did (which
would be interesting to remember, considering the result), I do remember one
thing that I said. I was trying to explain a compulsion that I had been
experiencing since I was 17. The explanation went something like this:
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| Tita Evelyn and I spent many hours tearfully discussing the pains of life. |
"I know this may sound dark, or morbid, or
twisted, or whatever…But I find I don't feel right unless I'm in a place where
I can see the pain of those around me. In being in contact with people who are
openly suffering, I feel like I am really living in reality, really connected
to the reality of sin and the true condition of the world--not just walking
through the façade of the world. The true state of earth and the realization of
spiritual warfare become so much more evident. I need to see it--to have my gut wrenched by the sight of it and to
have my heart ache from it--for my own soul. But beyond this, I feel like I
need to see it so I can change it. I won't feel right unless I am acting as
God's vessel for change, to bring love and healing to wounded hearts. I need to go to hell on earth so that I
can bring some of heaven into it. I don't feel right unless that is where I am:
in the hells of earth."
If I remember correctly, there was a slight pause,
and then one of my friends leaned slightly towards me. "Yeah," he
said, "that does sound kind of morbid."
So this week, when I read those two sentences, I was
amazed at their power to succinctly encapsulate the stirring of my soul. And I
wonder if, really, this isn't something that every heart yearns for in one
capacity or another. To be honest and open and real with our pain, even as
those around us are as well, there is connection, solidarity, support,
understanding, comfort, growth, and healing.
The Lord's Prayer is probably one of the most well
known passages of the Bible, up there with John 3:16 and Psalm 23. So it is
easy to recite without realizing the full force or meaning of the words. But to
me, when I get to that phrase "Your will be done on earth as it is in
heaven," I can't help but stop and imagine what that would look like: for
earth to fully experience God's will, no sin attached, earth would be as
heaven.
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| A sharing of heaven. |
So then the question is how can God's will be done
on earth? What does that look like? And I think it looks like us. Humans living
in the love and light of God, touching those around us, passing on this love
and this light. Living as though we were already in heaven. And if we each live
as a piece of heaven, I think the world would seem…less like hell.
So I claim this as my truth and the pull of my
heart. I will not insulate myself from pain. I will feel it. And I will work by
God's will to heal it. To be medicine.
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